#— interactions.

[cygnusremes]

The blond was mildly shocked, though maintained a confident front regardless of the outcome. So it seemed their dance was to end on a different note. One didn't reap rewards without risk. If anything, the other's rebuff elevated Cygnus's intrigue on what truly rolled through the other prince's mind.

"I do thank you for the dance. A goodnight but not goodbye." He did intend on keeping his earlier word on playing the good host for later in the week. A boundary was drawn, and he relinquished the other's hand, bowing in return.

He turned away. The game had changed its trajectory. It should have left him feeling sour. However, the challenge of a hunt presented itself as something to explore and look forward to.

"Continue to enjoy the evening." He turned his back, a finger wave goodbye as his disappeared back into the sea of dancers on the floor.

END.

Cygnus dipped and then moved in. Iskander’s breath hitched, but not in the way Cygnus might have hoped. Shock predetermined the following outcome, but Iskander couldn't have been too surprised - he was a natural flirt, however noncommittal his intentions wandering hands and lewd intention happened upon the Bergian more often than not.

Cognizant that the eyes of most of the dance floor would be on them, Iskander was deliberate in his maneuvering to not shame the Valtolian in front of every notable house and royal family in their known world. The moment their lips barely brushed, the Bergian prince turned his head, letting the kiss land at the sharp edge of his cheek instead. His hand - firm but not forceful - pressed lightly against Cygnus’ chest, maintaining the illusion of a dance rather than outright rejection.

Iskander tutted lightly, chastising, eyes half-lidded and unreadable. "If you’re going to take risks, you should be more certain of the reward." A flicker of something dangerous that coiled itself neatly around rejection, choosing not to outright embarrass the youngest Valtolian at his own party was a conscious decision on Iskander's part. Merciful, though the Bergian was still his father's son and slights could only be permitted to extend so far. He offered the Valtolian a bow, tipping at his waist with a final note, "Goodnight, Prince Cygnus."

[asksprunkiestvineria]

...so you don't know me, but Simon's asked me to ask you to meet him for a dinner.

@grillintimesforall

( Also, @asksprunkiestsimon )

10 thousand years later, and here I am. I was originally intending to make a full on drawing, but I got caught on other asks that I needed to do before this one. I guess have a non-drawn answer?? Vineria didn't even bother to open the door, she didn't want to terrify the anon by her miserable appearance, and so she answered from behind the door. "A.. dinner, huh..? mm.. I.. guess I could come.. do you happened to know why he invited me to one?"

[pressure-thechasm]

"Hi, Jett!! How ya doooiinn'? :)" -Void Ruby

" ..Oh. Void. Uh " " Now isn't the best time "

@voidruby

[giselle-archive]

@limalatina: Dios los cría y ellos se juntan.

You've said this before so I know this means birds of a feather flock together. And you're not wrong.

[yes7erdays]

❛⠀ that’s not — don’t make that face! i’m immune, so go try that look on someone else, miss smith,⠀ ❜⠀ she says, adjusting the lapels of her rumpled trench coat. her students show up to class more put together than this, but it is not like she had any time for niceties, not with the entire pub shouting and hollering when the judge disqualified her from the game.⠀ ❛⠀ his answer was wrong! and so is wikipedia, by the way. pulling up wikipedia as a source... of all the stupid things i've heard today, that got the cake!⠀ ❜

starter call. I @chloevlinder

[urielsollia]

@goldenbals

"Well, this is...quaint." Uriel commented as he took a seat at the table next to his father. A balcony that overlooked the ballroom; a position that gave them an eagle's eye of surveillance upon the grand floor. So it was easy for Uriel to take in how 'traditional' this international soiree was. It solidified his internalized feelings of it; boredom.

"You would think by inviting every kingdom, they would be a little more vibrant in the celebration." He speaks of only his own party preferences. Those of Sollia and Medes were ALWAYS guaranteed to leave him in need of at least one day of recovery after the night of dancing and indulgence. At the way they were waltzing and switching partners on the ballroom floor so plainly. His right hand adorned with gold rings, jeweled with rubies, raised to circle the pads of his fingers at his temple.

"Mmm. How long must we endure this cotillon? Just inquiring for a close confidante..."

[gntlets]

a continuation.

shouldn't have come here. don't know why you did; unlike you, orphan with nothing and so few left to lose, @zaunsparked still has a family to disturb, a home to bleed over. you're out of place here. don't belong here, same as always. feels most days like you crawled out of stillwater and back into the real world not as a prisoner freed but as an invasive species. out of your element in your own home these days, much less in zeri's. but she scuttles around the place like a girl on fire, doesn't even notice when all that hurrying pulls a laugh out of you.

not much other choice, anyway. another opponent who got a lucky shot in because you never really learned how to block and punch at the same time; you'd have died if you stayed on your own, and you've got too much left to make up for to accept any eternal peace right now. ekko's too complicated to reach. jinx is gone. caitlyn's recovering, rebuilding, rediscovering life without you. torturing zeri is your only real option. so you press your back against her wall, tell yourself you're holding it up and not the other way around, and fit your fingers against her ribcage until the racing of her pulse distracts you from the slightly more sluggish fight of yours.

❛ hypocrite. ❜ accusation finds the top of zeri's head, lips nudging the word into her hair. that's the dangerous thing about zeri: she'd let someone bleed all of the generosity out of her until she had nothing left to give, if only she thought you'd be better off for it. ❛ didn't need anyone's protection. just need some rest. ❜ press your fingertips a little harder into her side, soak up the warmth of her with some greed; she's keeping you present. keeping you focused. ❛ maybe some better bandages, if you've got 'em. i can do everything, just supply me. ❜ in, out. you can be in, out.

[maevepeters]

closed starter for max cross ( @crossmyheartmax ) at nirvana bar

Maeve hesitated just outside the sleek, dimly lit entrance to Nirvana Bar, her hand hovering over the polished handle of the door. The hum of muffled laughter and music spilled into the chilly night air each time someone stepped inside, and she could already feel the bass thrumming faintly under her feet. She glanced at her phone, checking the babysitter’s text one more time. All good here! Stella’s down for the night. Enjoy yourself! It was meant to reassure her, and it did—mostly. With a quiet exhale, Maeve pushed open the door and stepped inside. The warmth hit her immediately, along with a low buzz of energy that seemed to envelop the space. The bar was everything she’d heard about: modern yet inviting, with soft lighting, plush seating, and a crowd that seemed to straddle the line between lively and laid-back. She tugged at the hem of her sweater, suddenly feeling a little out of her element. The bartender caught her eye, offering a welcoming nod. Maeve made her way to the bar, slipping onto one of the stools as she glanced around, taking in the eclectic mix of patrons—small groups laughing over cocktails, a couple swaying to the beat near the jukebox, and a few solo drinkers like herself, nursing their own quiet moments. When the bartender moved in front of her, she smiled. "Give me your most asked-for drink. The stronger the better."

[xgoldina]

there was something about this town medina liked. though, to be fair, it could have just been the fact that she was able to sneak out of london for a bit. albeit, she was only sneaking out for a job she was assigned, but still - she was sure to make the best of it, if she had anything to do with it. she'd spent the last week getting to know what she could of the town, tonight she'd deemed it as good a time as any to make her presence known. digits interlocked behind her back as heels echoed her steps towards him. luckily in a room as loud and moving as this one, that surely wasn't enough to give way to her presence. he was staring at a piece of art work with some rather perky tits - shocking. lips curled into a small hint of a smirk as she came up beside him. “ i don't know. . . ’ she hummed thoughtfully, head tilting as she examined the artwork. “ i'd say you've seen better then that before, wouldn't you? ’

@ajastor

[valeria-flint]

Surprise starter for: @evelynxzabini

It had been a while since Val had spoken to Evelyn. A lot had changed since then, that much was clear with the fact that a five month old boy was now in this world and the woman on the other side of the table was a mother. “So tell me… How is motherhood?” She asked as she took a sip of her drink.

[shiiiksa]

“Getting divorced at fifty-two was not on my bingo card, but neither was getting cheated on with a younger male receptionist and yet, here we are.” Cate has to laugh at her own suffering to avoid having a breakdown. And breakdowns were never good on your skin. She sips on her glass of wine, the most expensive bottle she could find at the winery in order to spend as much of Ben Cohen’s money before their divorced was finalized. “But that’s enough about my miseries. How has your year been, my dear? I feel like I’ve been babbling for ages about myself.” / @aspencreekextra

[zwoble]

@pomniegranate ♡ for a starter later

it was something of a relief to see the little jester coming around to adjusting to life in this digital hell ; or at least tolerating it. there was hidden worry for her when she started talking of exit, and this feeling only grew when she noticed how traumatized she looked after every adventure.

and who can blame her that's partially why zooble avoids going on them in the first place. maybe having a normal one ( or rather, the setting resembled closely to that of their reality ) helped in a way. she won't verbally give credit where it's due but, even she can admit this adventure wasn't completely unbearable.

she spent a lot of the shift just zoning out, wanting to get the work done as soon as possible; she'd listen in on some of the customers that came in. not many piqued her interest. some she just tuned out all together. except for one.

" soo... who's gummigoo ? "

[asksprunkiestvineria]

“Vineria…? Why does something feel wrong with the others…? :(“

(DON’T LET HIM KNOW HES TOO CURIOUS *SOB*)

TW: GORE

"Haha, Heeyyy.. little buddy.. heh, there's nothin' to be worried about here.. everythin' is juuussstt fine!" Her tone of voice suggests otherwise.. Her gaze doesn't even meet the Computer's she seemed to be just trailing off in the distance...

Vine would gently caress the top of Fun Computer's monitor with a bloodied hand.

"No need to worry your lil harddrive about it, lil buddy.. just.. don't worry about it.." Vine seemed to be missing a chunk of her face, as she said that. Her expression seemed to be just.. stuck at being in shock.

[harpersoath]

I didn't ask you to carry me.

"no, you didn't." the words are said matter of factly. "but if I let you try to walk on that ankle i can almost sense jaheria will be mad at me for it, and while i don't really get whatever it is two gave going on," they shrugged, "jaheria scares me more than you do."

neyvin frowns, "if you want to walk that many miles with your ankle messed up that badly, i will put you down, though."

[giselle-archive]

@steviebevans-wmu: How did you get banned from Pappadeaux??

So that's the lie, sorta. It wasn't every one in Houston, just the Galleria location (which was my favorite one). I unintentionally started a fight in there that got out of hand, so the manager said I can never come back. Fuck that guy.